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he taught me this one thing, that pain knows
no size
no breadth
it understands no bigger no smaller no more no less
it is the same thing
for men and women and children
the rich
and the poor feel it
with pain everyone
becomes the saddest person in this world
(i know you are feeling it, now)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Very Thing That Makes You Rich
My father told me, lying on his bed of death,
"boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self
'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand
And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor
The very thing that makes her rich will make you poor"
That's right!
Well, i put you behind the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes i did
Had you living like a rich man's daughter, yes i did, i sure did
While you were living high on the hog
You had me down here scuffling like a dog
Well, the very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Don't you never ever make such a bad mistake
You know i'd rather climb into bed with a rattlesnake
Then to work hard every day bringing that woman all my pay
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor,
Makes me so damn poor
The thing that makes her rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich make me poor
Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Makes me so damned poor
Money won't change it, no no...
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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PAIN..The DEMON........
Pain is the only thing,
I feel anymore,
pain is the demon,
knocking at the door.
Pain is the only thing,
I feel is alive,
pain is the demon,
that makes up my whole life.
Pain is the only thing,
that proves the world is real,
pain is the demon,
hiding in the fields.
Pain is the demon,
hiding in the shadows,
pain is the demon,
that makes the world so shallow.
Pain controls us all,
whether we realize it or not,
pain is the demon,
that controls life.! !
poem by Ritika Abigail Masih
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Pain is the Demon...
Pain is the only thing,
I feel anymore,
pain is the demon,
knocking at the door.
Pain is the only thing,
I feel is alive,
pain is the demon,
that makes up my whole life.
Pain is the only thing,
that proves the world is real,
pain is the demon,
hiding in the fields.
Pain is the demon,
hiding in the shadows,
pain is the demon,
that makes the world so shallow.
Pain controls us all,
whether we realize it or not,
pain is the demon,
that controls life.
poem by Sami Woodall
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Dynomite Satchel Of Pain
Lets write a song, baby
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
Now sit your ass in the chair and I'll tell you my name,
My daddy always told me that he didn't wanna hear me complain,
That's why my balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
I hope this song will explain,
Just why my balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
Well I was born in the back of a truck on the fourth of july,
I was raised by a Portuguese ninja who taught me to fly,
A business man pulled over and he asked if I needed a ride,
I had to eat that business man for lunch cos I wanted his tie,
Damn I look good in that tie,
Air born Portuguese ninja eats man for his tie,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My daddy always told me that he didn't wanna hear me complain,
That's why my balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain.
song performed by by Wheatus
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Dynamite Satchel Of Pain
Lets write a song, baby
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
Now sit your ass in the chair and I'll tell you my name,
My daddy always told me that he didn't wanna hear me complain,
That's why my balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
I hope this song will explain,
Just why my balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
Well I was born in the back of a truck on the fourth of july,
I was raised by a Portuguese ninja who taught me to fly,
A business man pulled over and he asked if I needed a ride,
I had to eat that business man for lunch cos I wanted his tie,
Damn I look good in that tie,
Air born Portuguese ninja eats man for his tie,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My daddy always told me that he didn't wanna hear me complain,
That's why my balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain.
song performed by by Wheatus
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Lost In Numbness
Lost in numbness for years
Running from pain
Trapped in the freezing rain
Constantly numb
Pain is better than nothing at all
Pain without reason, a cause, or even love,
Is better than being all numb
Trapped in a world of numbness without a reason
Show me a world I understand
Pain is all that I have known
No longer able feel anything but pain
Life is filled with pain
Pain is now a comfort
The only thing I can count on
The one thing I understand
It is all I have
All I feel
For my life is filled with pain
Pain is all there is left
When happiness doesn’t work
poem by Emily Swinney
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Painful Memories
He is so lonely.
Feeling like he in a dead place.
Like a cemetery without no grass.
And tombstones of people that he knew from the past.
In the past hisfriend got shot in a drive by in a car that was shattered in broken glass.
But he has a girl that he loves all his life
The love never last.
He was driving in traffic.
And almost ended up in a crash.
Life can hit you hard when you lose somebody close.
And it hurts the most.
Love and hate is what surrounds us in this world and also fate.
He wish he could have his friend back and his girlfriend back.
But only thing is, he have to be strong and move on.
He thinks if he could paint a picture of his feelings.
It would be beautiful art.
The pain he feels is like a ocean.
He looks up in the sky and he saw a raindropp came down watching god cry.
He understands that the lord can feel our pain too.
He understands of being alive and being a man to understand life.
He understands being true.
He understand we can't cry out snow.
Because it would make it a cold world.
He understand he would struggle in life like being hit by hail.
He knows If he cries.
He hopes to sail.
All the pain he has inside.
He cry and flood a field.
But love always kills.
Because the pain is what the heart feels.
So he knows he will have to heal.
And be strong still.
poem by Anteaus Berryhill
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Pain is a plenty harried thing
Pain is a plenty harried thing,
It too is in plentiful pain.
Pain too prays for reprieve from the Lord,
It too wishes for a merciful end;
Pain has pained itself with the painful realization,
That it is the root of the cause of the source of all pain;
That is why pain is a plenty harried thing,
For it too is in plentiful pain.
Pain is a plenty harried thing,
It too hopes that the morrow starts at leisure
And that maybe it could rise (one day) from within itself
And become its prodigal brother: Pleasure.
We blame pain, we hate pain but we all go seeking it,
Pain doesn’t stalk us, we stalk pain;
If it wasn’t for us, Pain would yet be an unknown hermit,
For it too is in plentiful pain.
Pain is a plenty harried thing,
It too gazes into the stars and watches the days go by without reform;
Pain grieves for the pain it feels deep inside,
Pain too struggles against exploit and harm.
Pain is the seedling of the plant of the tree,
Of Life, which is nothing without this pain;
And I do not crave Pain and it does not crave me,
For it too is in plentiful pain.
poem by Samah Khan
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Shes All I Ever Had
Here I am
Broken wings
Quist thoughts
Unspoken dreams
Here I am
Alone again
And I need her now
To hold my hand
Chorus
Shes all, shes all I ever had
Shes the air I breathe
Shes all, shes all I ever had
Its the way she makes me feel
Its the only thing thats real
Its the way she understands
Shes my lover, shes my friend
And when I look into her eyes
Its the way I feel inside
Like the man I want to be
Shes all Ill ever need
So much time
So much pain(but)
Theres one thing
That still remains (its the)
The way she cared
The love we shared
And through it all
Shes always been there
Shes all, shes all I ever had
In a world so cold, so empty
Shes all, shes all I ever had
Its the way she makes me feel
Its the only thing thats real
Its the way she understands
Shes my lover, shes my friend
And when I look into her eyes
Its the way I feel inside
Like the man I want to be
Shes all Ill ever need
song performed by by Ricky Martin
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Give Me Some Pain
Well I've been around, I've seen the world,
I've met many women down like you,
But don't you think it's time you took control,
And taught me what you want me to do?
So baby give me what I want
Give me what I want
Give it to me all the way
Give me what I want
Give me what I want
Give it to me night and day
Give me some pain
Give me some pain
Love is a many splendoured thing,
But only on a bed of trust,
So wipe away my past with your sweet fists,
And show me the freedom of lust
And baby give me what I want
Give me what I want
Give it to me all the way
Give me what I want
Give me what I want
Give it to me night and day
Give me some pain
Darling, won't you give me some pain
Give me what I want
Give me what I want
Give it to me all the way
Give me what I want
Give me what I want
Give it to me night and day
Give me some pain
Darling, won't you give me some pain
Won't you give me some pain
Darling, won't you give me some pain
song performed by by White Town
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Six Foot Man
Well I was born six feet tall,
With no loving at all,
Had to rummage through my life of misery.
I had to go from place to place,
Never recognise my face,
I'm the moody man you never ever see.
Well, one day I placed a bet,
With the money I had left,
Did not know what the future held for me.
Through all the suffering and the pain,
If there's one thing that I've gained,
That's the patience that I now receive.
Poor boy,
Rich boy,
Well, what you gonna do boy?
Now that you have taken all the joy, oh, oh, oh.
And by the very next week,
I had headed a lucky streak,
I had won the lottery, four million pounds.
Opinion seemed to change so fast,
People hear that you've got cash,
? every single woman in this town.
Now I've got my limousine,
And the yacht upon the sea,
And the thousand friends I've never met before.
Through all the suffering and the pain,
Butthere's one thing that I've gained,
That's the knowledge that had when I was poor.
I was a poor boy,
Now I'm a rich boy,
Well, what you gonna do boy?
Now that you have taken all the joy, oh, oh, oh.
song performed by by Zutons
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Why Me?
Why me?
Why does it seem like bad thing happen to me.
Is it wrong?
To think that I’m the only one with bad luck.
What do you do?
You want to ease the pain but, how.
Will it ever end?
It don’t seem to go anywhere.
Who will help me through?
When I’m feeling down?
Will somebody show me the damn way?
Somebody got to know.
I feel like I’m all alone.
Nobody want to admit that there’re in pain.
What the fudge that about?
Population of 1 is really not that cool.
Will anybody give a damn?
How I’m feeling?
Will anybody care?
Somewhat, but can’t understand the pain.
The pain that I want to ease, deep inside.
All because you not by my side.
Life is really messed up.
Taking people you care about away,
Leaving you here with pain.
Nothing you can do.
Except sit and cry
And ask god why.
Why take them?
Is there a good reason?
If that the case take me too.
Take me from this pain.
Take me because it what you do.
You took my friend, and yet you can’t end mine.
No matter how much I beg or cry.
You want me when it my time.
When will that be?
When I decide I want to end this pain,
Once and for all.
11-06-08
poem by Mona Martinez
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World Weight
There a real fine line where thing get out of hand
Everyone looks up to you like your the man with the plan
Helping one after another so they can be at ease
And never show the problems that bring you to your knees
Feeling like an outkast that society dont need
Still cant get over that your dad got up and leaved
Trying to make it through life, but this game will never end
Still wondering just how many friends
One person need to lose or get stab in the back
Always compensating for the thing that you lack
Never knowing when someone will fully understand
Just how different you are of a person
Still never let the world see or feel your pain
Looking inner deep inside so you can maintain
Rage, anger, fury all bottle up within
Trying with all might, but it hard to pretend
How can this be
There no difference between one person or another
All can die just like all others
Why must things seem like it left to fate
But for now I guess I will deal with the
World Weight
poem by Murasaki Kitsune
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An Angels Poem
An Angel falls
But not from above
The Angel crawls
To one new thing: Love.
He doesn't understand
The feelings of Man
He has watched for so long
Now he knows right from wrong
The same love he never knew
Is the love that scorns me and you
He feels the pain
The ache of his heart
The pain we feel
When we are from our loved ones, apart
He cries new tears
He feels new fears
He wishes for death
With every single breath
He doesn't realize
We deal with this everyday
He calms and sighs
and understands the price we pay.
Angels cant love nor can they feel
Now he understands what makes love real
Its not a word or a touch
Its a belief and a feeling
That can help or hurt so much.
He made a choice
Like we all do
He screams with his voice
'I LOVE YOU! '
Love and Pain are the Same | Poetry / Lyrics
Four letters deep, they penetrate
Divided in to equal parts in a human brain
Feeling the same inside a heart
Love and pain
Blinding like the sun heat
Hurting like a sun burn
Bright like the sun shine
Furthest thing from planet earth
Around ball of fire
The hottest thing I’ve ever seen
Love and pain seems to be the same damn thing
You stained my heart with your love
And left a scare on my soul with your name Mr. Pain
It makes no sense, you can’t see the different
Pain is hope, it will pull you threw
Pain’s the thing that proves you
That love exists too
Blinding like the sun heat
Hurting like a sun burn
Bright like the sun shine
Furthest thing from planet earth
Around ball of fire
The hottest thing I’ve ever seen
Love and pain seems to be the same damn thing
Can you feel the love in my pain
I haven’t given up on our sun shine
It just clouded up, and left me in the rain
I’m soaking wet, and waiting for the sun to shine again
poem by Life in a Poem
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I No Longer Wish To Change The World
The thoughts of changing the World I no longer entertain
The dreams I had of peace on Earth with me did not remain
For famines, wars and terrorism it does seem are with us forever more
I want to be a better person now just that and nothing more.
I just want to be a better person now that is all I wish to be
To make this World a better place to live in should not be up to me
To help those who are frail and old and on low incomes without expecting pay
I would feel pleased if I could perform one good deed every day.
I once dreamt I would change the World but I've forsaken that idea
Though I would feel pleased if I could help one person in poverty
To mow one poor old lady's grass and not charge her a thing
It seems like a feel good thing to do some happiness to a poor one bring.
I no longer wish to change the World I just wish to live and let live
And to help some poorer one than I some of my free time give
War, famines, terrorism and poverty all around the World are rife
And it seems a sad thing for to say that they are a part of life.
poem by Francis Duggan
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When I Feel Your Pain
I FEEL YOUR PAIN
COMING THROUGH THE PHONE
I FEEL YOUR PAIN
WHEN YOUR HOME ALONE
I FEEL YOUR PAIN
WHAN I STARE
I FEEL YOUR PAIN AND I SHED A TEAR
WHEN I THINK OF WHAT YOUR GOING THROUGH
THE ONLY THING I CAN REALLY DO
IS LOOK YOU IN THE EYES AND SAY
YOU KNOW I'LL ALWAYS LOVE Y OU
I FEEL YOUR PAIN
DAY BY DAY
I FEEL YOUR PAIN
AND I SHED AWAY
I FEEL YOUR PAIN
MORE AND MORE
I FEEL YOUR PAIN
WHEN YOU WALK OUT THE DOOR
WHEN I THINK OF YOU AND ME
I FEEL YOU PAIN RUNNING THROUGH
ITS RUNNING THROUGH MY BODY SHARP AND DEEP
BUT I KNOW YOU CAN'T BE BEET
I FEEL YOUR PAIN
WHEN YOUR HOME ALONE
I FEEL YOUR PAIN
COMING THROUGH THE PHONE
I FEEL YOUR PAIN
WHEN I STARE
I FEEL YOUR PAIN
AND I SHED A TEAR
poem by Sarah Baughman
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Accepting the truth
it been two years since i lost you,
and the years are going up,
it gets easier to think of you,
but having you here will be nice too,
i know you in a good place,
i just wanted you to be happy,
God took you quickly,
you no longer have pain,
i can no longer hold onto you,
and i no longer regret that,
i know you still by my side,
giving me hope and feeling,
that everything will be alright,
you don't have to be here in person,
for me to be alright,
because you taught me everything i needed,
to be the person you wanted me to be,
i don't have to be surrounded by people,
to feel like i belong,
because it only makes me feel more alone,
i don't have to be accepted,
or to appear as normal,
for people to accept me,
because i am who i am,
i won't change a thing,
and i shouldn't have to,
just to be liked,
you taught me that,
why please other people,
when it don't make me happy?
and even though i miss you,
i'm glad i don't regret you being gone,
it was a part of life i don't like,
but i can live with it,
it is what it is.
11/02/10
poem by Mona Martinez
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Pain
I'm hidden in the scream
When the virgin dies
I'm the ache in the belly
When your baby cries
And I'm the burnin' sensation
When the convict fries
I'm pain
I'm your pain
Unspeakable pain
I'm your private pain
And I'm the compound fracture
In the twisted car
And I'm the lines on the face
Of the tramp at the bar
And I'm the reds by the bed
Of the suicide star
You know me- I'm pain
I'm your pain
Your own private pain
Unfathomable pain
And it's a compliment to me
To hear you screamin' through the night
All night
Tonight
I'm the holes in your arm
When you're feeling the shakes
I'm the lump on your head
When you step on the rake
And I'm the loudest one laughing
At the saddest wake
Yes I'm pain
I'm just pain
Dear old pain
You need your pain
And I'm the loudest one laughing
At the saddest wake
I'm the salt in the sweat
On the cuts of the slaves
I was the wound in the side
While Jesus prayed
I was the filthiest word
At the vandalized grave
Yes, pain
Do you love me pain
I love my pain
I'm your pain
It's a compliment to me
To hear you screamin' through the night
All night
Tonight
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Pain and Sore
What is pain
What is Sore
Let me define the too
They mean when a soul is dead
When there is nothing left
But emptiness
Where is pain
Where is sore
For me pain is everywhere
But for the sore
Thats only in my eyes
Where I cry all the time
How is pain
How is sore
Pain slowly kills a body
Sore is worse then words can explain
Who is pain
And who is sore
Pain is the enemies-thy sisters
As for the sore that would be my heart
When is pain
And when is sore
Pain is when you call
And sore is seeing everyone cry
All these are symbolizing one thing
That thing is whats inside
What hurts and is unbarriable
So thats what, where, how, who, when
Pain and Sore are
poem by Renee Ortiz
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